First Experiment with a Bisexual Threesome
I stumbled upon Kevin at the ideal moment in my adult life.
Truth be told, I didn't start getting interested in men until my mid-20s. After hesitating for some time, I eventually took the plunge at 27 and initiated my first sexual encounter with a man, who was much older than myself. I developed a strong fascination for older, well-built, assertive, manly men and their colossal cocks. Every so often, I engaged in sexual activities with various men, exploring every kink and fetish I could find. This continued until I met my future wife. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but keep my passion for men and my secret desires under wraps.
Fast forward to when I was 49 years old, and I had been married to my stunning wife for more than a decade. At 40, I started fantasizing about introducing my wife into the world of Hot Wife. For seven years, I fought a valiant but unsuccessful battle to influence her to adopt this lifestyle. At long last, when she was 47, she welcomed her first encounter with another man. My wife was completely taken aback by the pleasure she derived from this experience.
During the following two years, she only slept with three other men. It was essential for me to choose the ideal candidate for this role. Like me, my wife was highly attracted to elderly, fit men with impressive cocks. I didn't divulge to my wife that we shared the same sexual fascinations.
After a painstaking search online, I found Kevin on a swinger site. He instantly expressed interest in my splendid wife. I knew my wife would also be enticed by his age and bulky build. We exchanged some messages and discussed my wife's insatiable sexual urges. I found great satisfaction in chatting with men about my wife's sexual prowess, fantasies, and tendencies. It incredibly aroused me to describe her and boast about her talents to them.
Soon enough, Kevin was regularly penetrating my wife while I satisfied myself with the view. She adored the act of pleasing Kevin and often expressed how he checked all of her naughty boxes. His elderly nature, masculine body, and strong presence were incredibly intense for her.
Occasionally, Kevin would float the idea of inviting a friend to join in. The suggestion was always made in a lighthearted and playful manner, but it caught my wife and I off guard. As Kevin penetrated my wife, it became clear that this might be the right moment to add another person to the mix and test my wife's boundaries.
Despite the fact that I had not slept with a man since getting married, my hunger for cock remained insatiable. To keep my urges at bay, I began surfing gay dating sites, binge-watching gay porn, and engaging in phone sex with other men on chat lines. Much to my wife's blissful ignorance, I was actually bisexual and hopelessly addicted to cock. Half the reason why I wanted my wife to adopt the Hot Wife lifestyle was to fulfill this craving.
I enjoyed seeing my wife satisfy other men, but this situation was very different for Kevin. I found myself not only getting aroused by my wife's performance, but also by Kevin's physique and his remarkable appendage. I was completely captivated by his perfectly sculpted, dominant body, broad shoulders, and bulging arms. His tribal tattoo covered his right pec, shoulder, a portion of his right arm, and his obliques. He had white locks and a neatly trimmed goatee with earrings. His cherubic body was momentously chiseled, displaying impressive abs.
Kevin dedicated hours to the gym. He had entered multiple bodybuilding competitions over the years. The thought of him wearing leather trousers on a Harley filled my mind, and I envisioned him clad in leather in the privacy of his own home as well. This continued for about three months until I found myself not only lusting after my wife, but also after Kevin and his mouth-watering body.
Kevin and I frequently talked as we prepared for the date with my spouse. It wasn't long before he detected the sexual attraction I had towards him as well. He was remarkably open about being bisexual. We swiftly shifted to discussing our sexual preferences, interests, and fetishes. I found myself having endless phone conversations with Kevin, who exhibited undeniable sexual chemistry with me. One day, I disclosed that I identified as bisexual and saw him as incredibly sexually appealing. This revelation didn't hinder Kevin; he was more than happy to share his own sexual interests with me. I opened up about my prior experiences exploring bisexuality. It was immensely liberating to converse with someone who understood it. We eventually began masturbating together, participating in the most sensual, lengthy phone sex conversations.
Kevin was well aware of my need to conceal my bisexuality and past encounters from my wife. He had frequently invited me to engage in physical activities after we had connected on the phone. I had reservations about cheating on my spouse but acknowledged that Kevin was a once-in-a-lifetime chance that I couldn't let pass. Our conversations were raw, intense, and sensual. He portrayed an enticing sexual magnetism that affected me profoundly. I couldn't deny this man. Eventually, I met Kevin in person. The sexual chemistry was undeniable. When we enacted our fantasies, the experience was extraordinary and unlike anything I'd encountered before.
Kevin presented an innate talent for identifying his partner's needs and desires. He was adept at pushing past one's comfort zones, making the experience transcendent. He thrived on being sexually adventurous and challenging societal norms. Kevin was highly passionate, attentive, assertive, and direct; the combination proved alluring. I relished it when he became dominant, triggering the submissive side of my bisexuality.
Kevin's physical and sexual energy was potent, accentuated by his muscular physique and splendid penis. I eagerly submitted to him several times, enchanted by the medley of his sexual prowess, creativity, and daring demeanor. We engaged in the most taboo and erotic roleplays, elevating our sensual adventures. I explored aspects of myself with Kevin that I had previously neglected. Kevin sparked my curiosity in making out, extensive oral pleasure, anus licking, vigorous sex, bondage, and spanking. However, I couldn't resist the sum total of what he had to offer.
One particular day, Kevin sent a Kik messenger text with a selfie of his stiff penis bulge in a bold yellow bikini bathing suit. The photo had a portion of his sun-kissed abdomen and the seashore and water in the background. He then submitted a message which read, "My sweaty cock could use a deep cleaning from your mouth, Brian. Can you help?" I was enflamed by the text and saw his bulge in the eye-catching bikini briefs. Kevin enjoyed make-believe games, pulling me towards untapped bisexual yearnings.
Having a work-from-home day, I considered how I could reach Kevin's residence, a small beach community, within 45 minutes. I responded, expressing my ability to get there within an hour if it suited him. Kevin quickly acknowledged his approval, asking me to notify him when I reached the island. He intended to remain outside and become increasingly sweaty while I made my way to him. I sent a "yes, sir" in response. As I crossed the bridge, I alerted Kevin of my arrival on the island. Kevin remarked that he had left my leather collar and a new toy in the external shower under his beach house. I was to impose the collar and integrate the toy into my ass after stripping completely naked. Kevin then instructed me to text him on Kik when I had complied and was prepared for him. He intended to continue tanning and getting sweatier while I journeyed to his location.
I obliged, intrigued by the daring proposition. My heart fluttered, excited by the prospect of another enticing bisexual experience.
In a sprawling older home, Kevin owned a spectacular outdoor shower just three blocks from the beach. The house had a unique layout, with a single garage tucked under each side. These two garages were connected by an open walkway that led to a lower-back concrete region. To the left of the walkway was the shower.
Upon entering the shower area, you'd find a changing space stocked with surfboards. Door number one led to the changing area, while door number two led straight into the shower. The shower's dimensions were roughly 8 x 10, with the length surpassing the width. Stepping into the stall revealed several sturdy hooks for clothing and towels. The showerhead and knobs were positioned on the other end of the room.
The shower wasn't fancy in the slightest, but its mere presence invigorated me. It had teak wood flooring, allowing the water to seep between the panels. The shower stall was enclosed with just a one-foot opening at the top and another foot-wide opening at the bottom. With its high ceiling, no one could peep without looking under the opening. The shower featured an L-shaped teak bench in the left corner.
Excitement flooded me as I pulled up to Kevin's home. We'd enjoyed countless outdoor rendezvouses in this setting throughout the day and night. After exiting the car, I promptly disrobed and hung my clothes on the hooks. At this point, I couldn't resist the urge to wear my black leather collar, which was dangling from a hook in the shower. I also noticed an unfamiliar object on the bench - a medium-sized butt plug, measuring around 3 inches long and shaped like a handle. Noticing the remote control for the toy was nowhere to be found, I bravely decided to follow instructions.
I activated the toy, lubed it, and inserted it cautiously. The feeling of it nestled snugly within my ass sent electrifying ripples of pleasure through my body. "How on earth did I get here?" I pondered to myself. As a happily married man, my uninhibited romps with Kevin felt otherworldly. Yet, amidst the cacophony of my perverse thoughts, I couldn't help feeling comfortable, desiring this sort of passion. When I checked my phone, I found myself texting Kevin, notifying him that I was eagerly anticipating his arrival.
Within minutes, Kevin showed up on his bike. I assumed he'd also brought someone along, given the noise from another man's voice that rang out as Kevin instructed this individual about where to stash his bicycle. This stranger then entered the stage, noticing me instantly. Amused, he playfully smacked Kevin on the arm as he enquired about the odd circumstances. In explaining his day at the beach, Kevin approached me on my knees and held my head, inviting me up. Inches away from his impressive bulge, he began to chat.
I couldn't help but marvel at the drastic turn of events. The Sybian vibrator in my ass began to throb. My heartbeat quickened, as the bathing room filled with the intriguing voices of Kevin and his companion. With the second man lingering outside with Kevin, I experienced a surge of nerves as the door slowly creaked open, revealing Kevin first, who flashed a devilish grin. His visitor stared in disbelief upon seeing me in such a state. He jokingly elbowed Kevin, appearing baffled by the situation. Kevin went on to offer a casual explanation of the circumstances, while I knelt before him, teased by his protruding bulge.
Kevin casually said, "Remember I've shown you images and mentioned the sizzling fit married lady I've been sleeping with?" The guy nodded. Kevin elaborated further, revealing that I was her husband, a secretly bisexual skilled lover with little constraints. Kevin spoke with confidence and pride. He even patted my head, introducing me as "a truly proficient cocksucker, an exceptional lover, and a guy who can step out of his comfort zone."
As Kevin shifted his hold on the remote, he changed the settings on the object in my back passage. The salty, earthy scent of his damp bathing suit wafted towards my snout. Sweat plastered Kevin's toned body, covered in sand from the beach, making my mouth water more.
I spotted a guy standing near the shower room entrance. He was well-built, older, muscular, evident with his broad shoulders and pecs, sporting a bright-colored bikini brief with a bulge.
I admired the exclusive weight on my head as Kevin pushed me down onto his erection. I obeyed him promptly, opening wide to lick Kevin's bulge. I lapped up the sweet scent of Kevin's perspiration and the tanginess of sea salt. I glued my gaze on the guy at the door, who seemed fixated on me.
As I swallowed Kevin's bulge, I basked in the fantasy of being with two men simultaneously. The idea of servicing two dicks at once aroused me deeply. My cock remained somewhat erect, feeling good about the prospects. An image of being fucked by one guy while sucking off another starred in my thoughts.
Suddenly, Kevin turned on the toy's remote, which he gave to this newcomer. I felt the pulsating vibrations from the toy working my back channel.
Reacting to the changes, Kevin fervently bragged about my subservient nature, addressing him as "a faithful and obedient plaything." Kevin presented me to his new friend: "This is Patrick. Patrick, this is my obedient toy, Brian."
Patrick's face brightened up, seemingly fascinated with the scene. His smile never faltered as he observed my oral foreplay on Kevin's tip. Comparing Pat's larger size, Kevin prompted me to showcase my tongue-and-ball action to Patrick. I thrilled at the fact I was being watched; I didn't act reluctant to perform orally for listeners.
He also switched on various toy settings, messing with me. My first instinct was to persuade Patrick to leave it on the best vibration I liked.
Kevin moved in between my spread legs, giving Patrick access to the remote. The two studs seemed perfectly coordinated. I observed Kevin's shaft slip out of his bikini briefs as they embraced. They entwined each other passionately, tongues tangling and teasing in their passionate kiss.
Happily catching sight of me stroking Patrick's bulge, Kevin whispered instructions before thrillingly stating, "Show Patrick how eager you are." This surely implied I would have both men's dicks - all while being naked, on my knees with the toy still in my back hole and collar around my neck. While there, I swiftly licked and sucked Patrick's bulge, allowing my taste buds to relish the mix of sweat and sea salt. I became aroused, wanting to please both.The three of us exchanged glances, being part of a bisexual orgy. My mind raced with the reality of being pleasured by two hunky men. Kevin and Patrick challenged me to adapt to the situation, using their sex toys vigorously. My purpose was to allow them both their pleasure. My cock stayed semi-erect, hinting at the approval of sexual exploration.
I circled my tongue around the base of each shaft, from Kevin to Patrick. I held the remote firmly and ascended to their arousal while feeling Patrick's manliness against my thigh. I cradled their hardness as they kissed, positioning myself to give each stud a handjob. I took Kevin in my left hand while massaging Patrick's tool in my right.
I started tugging at Patrick's bathing suit bottoms, revealing his magnificent, rock-hard dick. Patrick broke away from kissing Kevin and instructed him to see if I could deep-throat his penis. Excitedly, I agreed and began licking and teasing the tip of his cock, tasting its pre-cum first. Patrick's member was a thing of beauty - stiff, with a wide mushroom head and a thick girth. I fondled it several times before gazing up at him. Using my mouth, I slipped over his head and slid down his substantial shaft, consuming his entire phallus.
He sighed deeply as Kevin got back for more action while I continued sucking on his astonishingly solid cock. I maintained the rhythm, alternating between deep-throating him and stroking Kevin's consort. It was unbelievable – my wife was away, and I was on my knees beneath two gorgeous men, showing them adoration with my mouth, all whilst watching them passionately kiss. Tasting their perspiration, pre-cum, and salty ocean water was an amazing experience. I wasn't sure where this venture was headed, but I was more than ready to embark on it.
Patrick's and Kevin's bathing suit bottoms had dropped, landing on the wooden deck. I alternated sucking between their cocks. If I was kissing Kevin, I'd stroke Patrick, and if I was stroking Kevin, it was Patrick's turn. Kevin flipped the water on while I was sucking Patrick's penis. The cold shower basin overwhelmed me, causing shortness of breath. After a few minutes, it was comfortably warm. Patrick hauled me off his dick, and stood me up.
Enveloping me in his arms, he went in for the kiss. My head was spinning. I leaned in, happy to accept his request. We engaged in a heated make-out session, having our tongues entwined. Making out was similar to sucking on cock for me, bringing my fondness for oral gratification to a whole new level. I'd concealed my bisexuality for years, dabbling with men solely for sexual gratification. It hadn't been until playing with Kevin that introduced me to kissing men, transforming it into a mind-blowing experience.
Kissing unlocked an additional level of eroticism for me. Despite my hesitation, I enjoyed the intimacy. Making out with Patrick intensified my arousal.
Kevin and I didn't share each other's location. However, I recognized Kevin's mouth on my genitalia and grabbed his head, assisting him in his task. After some time, Kevin's mouth took his leave. My vision resulted in seeing him sucking on Patrick's. I proceeded down Patrick's neck, licking and sucking him, and made my way down to his chest, savoring the taste. My fingers traced his sculpted abs. We finally converged next to Kevin, sharing Patrick's magnificent erection.
Kevin and I kissed, exchanging playful bites of each other's tongues while simultaneously engaging in woeful battles over Patrick's enticing cock. Eventually, I knelt down and took Kevin's cock in my mouth, my stomach flat on the bathing suit. Patrick mimicked me, rolling me over and engulfing my penis as he draped himself on top of me, fulfilling his own desires. The three of us lay atop each other, receiving each other's cocks orally.
As Patrick's tongue danced in my backside, I felt his intrusion with a vibrator. He slid it in and out slowly. When he almost fully extracted it from my anus, he'd push it back in, all while delivering stunning spits on my gunmetal grey penis. I had to vocalize my inability to maintain my silence or risk interrupting these beautiful men with a shout of absolute ecstasy, but he maintained his relentless pace.
Patrick extracted the vibrator and questioned Kevin whether I was a good bottom. Kevin paused his mouth-to-dick reverie with a chortle, offering "there's only one way to tell." With that, Patrick removed the device and placed it on the floor. Patrick adjusted his position so he faced my backside as I occupied the space between Kevin's legs, stroking his cock with lips while Patrick explored my backside. I deep-throated Kevin to suppress the ecstatic moans as Patrick reached around and stimulated my pleasure spots.
Suddenly, Patrick pulled out his finger and promptly replaced it with his silky tongue. His face was pressed deeply into my buttocks, fingertips splayed to access his tongue better. The shower water continued to seep onto us, creating a water puddle on the shingle deck.
Once more, I found myself in a surreal state, contemplating my predicament. I had no pangs of guilt for being unfaithful to my wife, only immense pleasure in having Patrick's mouth on my backdoor. I wondered, how could something that feels so natural and incredible be wrong? I even grew hotter thinking about what my wife would think if she stumbled upon me pounded between Patrick and Kevin. Feeding on Patrick, honeying Kevin's cock to grasp the pleasure he was bestowing me with by fingering and rimming my anus. It aroused me further imagining it happening in reality.
I felt Patrick's mouth detach from my anus, and then he began to thrust two of his fingers into me gently. I rose from Kevin's phallus but maintained my stroking of him. I was still spread-eagled on my belly, my half-erect cock frotting against the slick floor. I glanced over my left shoulder to see Patrick kneeling, his magnificent cock hardened on my thigh. His left palm smushed my left buttock, spreeding it, and his right hand left sight, plunging deeper into my anus.
I propped my face on Kevin's sweaty, bushy legs. My forehead pressed onto the slippery timber. I could feel my ears on each of Kevin's thighs as I clutched his cock dearly. Patrick's two chubby digits plowed in and out of my anus, overflowing me with fullness.
Patrick commenced to extract his digits from me while still caressing my hindquarters. I raised my head to see Patrick whisper in my ear: "Brian, you've got one tight ass."
Kevin acknowledged my tight anus, declaring that he had the perfect solution. Kevin trotted off toward the shower's entrance, and Kevin stepped out, handing Patrick a vile of water-based lubricant. Kevin said, "This will help, but I've got something that'll loosen you up better."
Still gazing over my left shoulder, I saw Kevin chuckle and stroke off. I was left with Patrick, his glistening fingers stretched in my anus, and I trembled under this fullness.
Patrick trickled a stream of lube onto his fingers still inserted in my anus. He expedited his finger movement inside of me. A deep, thunderous groan burst from my lips, my mouth hitting the wet wood. If l had been able to bite the floor, I would've, yet all I could do was nibble my forearm.
Patrick's acknowledgment of my guttural moan piqued him, so he chided me, pinching my right ass cheek and fingering me firmer. I begged for his continued attention. Patrick got ahead of his fingers with his wicked foreplay and raunchy talk. "Patrick, please don't stop," I pleaded. He finger-fucked my backdoor at a slightly quicker pace, mauling my ass cheeks. I relished our verbal exchange of dirty talk. Telling him my cock loved his stiff, male appendage, and how in love I was with his tongue ravaging my backdoor.
Patrick was definitely turned on by my moans and detesting euphemisms, as he described fucking my matrimonial ass and carrying out his words through his actions. "Brian, I'm so horny for your ass. I'm going to cum deep inside it so I can claim it," Patrick proclaimed.
The room seemed to rotate wildly. My ecstasy was overwhelming. I pleaded with Patrick for a chance to suck his dick.
He yanked his fingers free, and without waiting, I moved to my palms and knees, pivoted, and rotated my neck to get at his superb cock. Patrick was still readjusting himself when I went for his cock.
Dumbfounded, Patrick fought against my wild blowjob. However, he lost his balance and bowed backward, landing squarely on his ass. I encompassed his penis in my mouth before he could retaliate. Wanting him closer, I pushed his thighs apart. Patrick lended a palm to my rump, seeking to locate my anus.
I heard the shower door open, and Kevin said, "Jesus." "Patrick, Brian's an anal slut," Kevin quipped. Patrick inquired, "Where the hell did you find him?"
Kevin chuckled and chimed in, saying his wife behaves similarly, but he thinks Brian surpasses her in terms of sexual prowess and unrestrained passion. Patrick chuckled at this point and threw in an invitation to let Brian try out his wife after having Kevin. Both of them laughed heartily.
I noticed Kevin eying a lifelike suction cup dildo in his hands. This same toy had been used on me before by Kevin to loosen me up for intercourse. He was stroking his erect penis with his right hand.
Kevin proposed to Kevin that he should prepare me for him since he's the next one in line. Patrick replied affirmatively, urging Kevin to ready me. Kevin left the dildo there and moved his way around behind me. The fingers of Patrick emerged from me, and he sat back on the flooring with his elbows resting on it.
Kevin made his presence known behind me, asking Patrick if he'd like to witness how kinky Brian can be. He proceeded to enact what he had done to me on several occasions during threesomes, specifically in the outdoor shower. I could feel a trickle of Kevin's urine on my ass as I serviced Patrick.
Once I finished arousing Patrick, I asked for his permission for Kevin to urinate on my ass before he enters me. He responded, "Hell yes, mate, get him ready for me." Kevin set down the dildo and moved at a snail's pace behind me.
I was getting ready to have two men sexually penetrate me, something that usually thrilled me. Unfortunately, they went on to discuss me in my presence, comparing me to my wife and sharing details of their sexual exploits with her.
Seeing Kevin's cock in his hand piqued my interest as I felt his hardness throbbing nearby. To amuse himself, he casually made comparisons between me and my wife. He humorously narrated the naughty stuff he had done to me to Patrick.
Suddenly, I noticed Kevin holding a familiar lifelike dildo. He had used it on me before to free me up for sex. He caressed his throbbing member with his right hand while holding the dildo in his left.
I heard Kevin suggest to Patrick to watch how kinky Brian was as he prepared me for him by urinating on my ass while I sucked him off. Patrick's fingers had slipped out of me as he lazed back on the flooring.
After I let Kevin's cock out of my mouth, I requested him to piss on my asshole before inserting himself inside me. I overheard Patrick call me a "hot-ass freak." Kevin dropped the dildo to the floor and moved behind me to aim his stream of urine at my anus.
Before Kevin could penetrate me, he smeared some lube on my anus and between his own erect cock. I asked him to enter me, a desire that was further fueled by seeing him behind me.
Kevin thrust his cock into my rear, pressing gently against my hole before proceeding deeper. He had slowed down to about half its length before withdrawing and ramming it a bit further in. His motions became more intense, gradually penetrating me slightly deeper each time.
Kevin knew just how to loosen me up, given his previous experiences. I focused on stimulating Patrick's testicles, thinking of him as a fellow lover.
Kevin willed himself to open me further, steadily driving his shaft into my behind while handling my hips. Not only did I indulge in tempting Patrick's penis, but I encouraged Kevin's seduction of me with a deep moan.
Kevin had obtained a good picture of his progress, and he moved his hands up my back and locked his arms on my shoulders. As he told Patrick to behold the "hot-ass freak," he sped up his movements, sliding in and out of my anus with powerful, slow strokes.
Kevin was proving remorseless in his quest for full control over my body. I listened to him as he groped my curves and bent me backwards, pressing my head against his muscled chest. I reveled in the feeling of his fingers tugging at my nipples. Cutting off my sensual expression, he instructed me to worship Patrick while grinding his penis on my buttocks.
I revelled in savouring the sensation of Kevin deep inside me as the sound of his pelvis slapping my ass cheered me on. Kevin then leaned over me, pushed me off Patrick's cock, and paused briefly. We kissed passionately. I felt his muscular arms encircle me, his tongue wrestle with mine, and a hint of his metallic musk.
It was only a brief respite. Eager to continue his torture, Kevin withdrew and re-thrust into my rear, now pumping me in a chaotic frenzy. His voice registering in my ear, I opened my eyes, beheld Patrick - fully naked, his throbbing member spouting pre-cum, and his gaze directing away from me.
I offered my backside for Kevin to once again dominate me physically and sexually, and Kevin retaliated with a reduplication of heated strokes. I distinctly remember the sound of my wetness meeting his member, along with the sight of his golden hair flailing as he pounded me hard and fast.
All of a sudden, Kevin released my chest and pressed my upper back down, bringing me back to my hands and knees. Kevin wanted to know if I was prepared for Patrick's cock. I responded with a frenzied affirmative. He forcefully entered me once more, swatting my ass and giving me orders to repeat my words more loudly.
My eagerness to experience Patrick's cock inside me made me confess in a loud voice, "I desperately need Patrick's cock up my ass, dear."
Kevin was satisfied to see my asshole was well-prepared for Patrick, talking to him as he slowly stroked himself. Patrick had a devious, ravenous expression on his face.
Patrick extended his finger and invited me to approach him. As I did, Kevin's manhood exited my body, and I stood upright. My legs trembled and shook as I walked to this charming stud and his enticing phallus.
He leant in as I drew nearer, applying pressure to my neck as we shared a passionate embrace. His other hand traced down to my ass and gently eased its way inside me all while we kissed.
Towering over me at 6 feet, Patrick was quite taller than my 5'10" frame. His prick protruded into my stomach, and our kissing continued. Patrick broke the lip-lock, joking with Kevin that my ass felt better. Kevin had taken a seat on the large padded bench and was stroking himself.
Patrick gestured at me, instructing me to join him. He guided me to Kevin, who then bid me to bend forward. I obeyed, and pellets of urine sprayed onto my rear end.
This new sensation took my breath away, causing urine to trickle down my legs. Then Patrick planted his prick's head inside me while still urinating. My fingers stretched to grip Kevin's legs, and I erupted in a deafening moan.
Kevin yanked my head backward, stuffing his manhood in my mouth before I could utter much noise.
Patrick interrupted and ordered for his throbbing, urine-soaked cock to exit my asshole. As it did, I felt fluid leaking from my back passage. Patrick smacked my ass with force, causing his member to enter me a second time.
He whispered for me to turn and observe him. I gazed over my shoulder. Kevin's hands now clasped my thighs. Patrick demanded, "I want to view your face as I thrust your hot married butt onto my dick."
I only moaned "Yes, sir" as I felt his member penetrate my ass. He ambled slowly, and I was hurriedly flooded with emotions. Kevin licked my neck, my back, and my earlobes, continually urging me to perform according to his standards.
Inch by inch, Patrick thrust his tool deep into my ass. I was screaming unfathomably loud as the urine ran down my legs and onto the bench.
Stunned, Kevin rapidly procured a bikini brief lying next to him, stuffing it between my lips.
Patrick paused and asked, "Are you content?" Kevin answered, "Yes, your slut is silenced."
Patrick carefully pulled his cock out and thrust it back in. Kevin continued caressing my nipples, commenting on the naughtiness of the scene. He reveled in my passion as Patrick's intense pick penetrated me.
Patrick remarked at how tight my ass was, how fantastic I felt, and how intensely he longed for a more voracious penetration. I gripped the shower stall's wall, unable to withstand the intensity. Sweat covered us. I was salty and slippery - my cock's head remained semi-erect.
Kevin, atop the bench, began stroking me. Patrick's cock speed accelerated; I would ejaculate, but for the salty bikini brief blocked from my mouth. With each in and out, Kevin caressed my nipples while narrating the actions taking place. His expression was expressionless yet commanding.
Despite the entire wall of the showers shaking, Kevin remained firm. As Patrick increased the pace, I rubbed off his wet outer thigh. In harmony, Patrick increased the intensity of his thrusts.
My nipples were extended and yearning for Kevin's mouth. His tongue caressed each with gusto. In unison, they were both drenched. Precum leaked onto my thigh; Kevin swirled it around, tasting it. He began licking the salty bikini brief in my mouth. I succumbed to the taste, taking pleasure in every drop of my pre-cum. I was torn between my overwhelming sensations and my undertaking to please Kevin and Patrick.
Patrick cut off him from entry, and I turned to Kevin. Gripping my cock so tightly, my anus spasmed and expelled more lube than usual. Kevin pulled his briefs into my control and ordered, "Now, we're good."
I could feel every inch of Patrick's manhood within me; he was long, deep, and steady. I started moaning loudly, controlling myself was impossible. Kevin enjoyed the view from above, rimming my nipples while encouraging me to demonstrate sensuality. Bear flags of precum were slung over my thigh by each thrust; Kevin swiped at the lube and began licking. I was completely thunderstruck.
Kevin stroked me with the same force as Patrick's intense pistilling. I climaxed, clenching as I urinated with Kevin's cock in my mouth. He swallowed every last drop. It was impossible to restrain my moans. We knew not to interfere. When Patrick finished, he slid away leaving my asshole open for Kevin.
I couldn't believe how amazing that was. I'd wanted to be sandwiched between two men for over 20 years and now, here I was, living my dream! It was extremely thrilling, arousing, and completely uninhibited. The naughty side of me came out, and I urged Patrick on as best as I could through my mouthful: "Fuck me harder!" I locked eyes with him as I repeated it.
Patrick took a moment to look at me, his pants still on. He stroked the bikini briefs from my mouth and brushed his sweaty chest and abs with it. Patiently, he waited for me to finish before moving in closer, his hips raring to go.
Kevin was busy sucking on my throbbing cock. Patrick then stood down, his cock nestled within me while he subtly changed his stance. His back was pressed against mine, sweat drenched torsos intertwined. He guided my arms around my back, holding them softly by the wrists. His cock slowly pulled in and out, just inches from its head, tapping the inside of me repeatedly. I braced myself against the shower wall, preparing for more pleasure.
It felt as if Patrick were a jockey, his musculature tensed as if ready for a race. He held onto my wrists as if they were reins, his cock expertly pumping me on and off. Patrick had slowed down his pace, mimicking the slow, rhythmic movements of a jockey throughout the race. He moved with intention, causing me to clench my muscles instinctively. As he increased his speed, I had to hold myself up by my toes, my hands by my head, watching as his muscular hips collided with mine with each thrust.
The intensity grew, the stereotypical clapping of their pelvises becoming audible to the neighbors. I was screaming uncontrollably into the bikini briefs but all that emerged was deep moans and cries of "please!" My body was sweating profusely, and they were, too, but the water from the shower persisted softly on our bodies. The atmosphere was sizzling and my knees were trembling, on the edge of explosive pleasure.
I had surrendered my body to be their fuck slut. I'd yielded to my inexplicable yearnings for gay sex. I wanted to be their ultimate servicer while giving them the best possible experience.
Kevin's strokes jolted my cock, fully erect now. I began to feel close to orgasm as Patrick pounded me. Patrick's rhythm proved consistent, his expression utmost focus, his body bathed in sweat. My body ached for it, his rock-hard cock felt like heaven within me. As he fucked me, he gripped my hands, bringing them behind my back. It was blissful submission.
Unable to contain his arousal, I tore the bikini briefs from my mouth, panting and groaning, "I'm cumming! Cumming!" I screamed wildly, desperate to let them know.
It took all of Kevin's efforts to catch my pulsating cum, hungrily lapping it up. I was at the brink of consciousness, my legs wobbling, about to lose all control. However, Patrick didn't slow down. He kept his pace, every stroke deeper than the last. I desperately looked back at him, his sexy demeanor imposing dominance. So commanding and sweaty, his primal expression turned me on like nothing before.
Thinking he'd finish soon, I leaned forward, my body slack. As Kevin gulped down the excess cum, his mouth full of my ejaculate, he returned to sucking my cock. Waves of something that felt like pure pleasure travelled through my body. I was lost in the wild abandon of that moment, wholly absorbed so that my legs buckled under the weight of it all.
It wasn't until Patrick emitted a deep roar that I realized he'd reached orgasm. With one final thrust, his rasping explosion sent his sperm deep into me. Relishing every contraction, Patrick planted his feet firmly on the floor, holding himself within me. His strength and vitality were rousing, my body a mere receptacle for his pleasure.
Patrick, barely catching his breath, detached my hands from the bench. I tried to stand on my own but didn't last long, leaning on the bench and resting my hands against it. Kevin was persistently licking my cum-soaked cock while whirring his naked member, clearly taking delight in the experience. We were all drenched with sweat.
Gradually, Patrick slid his cock out of me, his body weary from the exertion. Wrestling with the shower knob, he washed off the sweat that had spent an hour overwhelming his pores. The water streamed down his torso pores. He breathed evenly, eyes half-closed, the smell of sex and sweat overwhelming. His intimate relationship with me would never be the same. I knew I had forever altered his life and he, mine.
My legs faltered, and I collapsed, maneuvering between Kevin's large legs. I shoved his hand aside and engulfed his slick penis in my mouth. My limbs were lifeless - all I desired was Kevin's rock-hard member. I sucked from him for mere moments when he instinctively screeched as he was spurting his hot load into my throat. He continued to discharge his semen into my mouth. With each expulsion, I gulped down every drop, maintaining suction.
I prodded his sack with my tongue, relishing his blend of salty and musky taste.
Kevin took a moment to catch his breath, laying the back of his head on the bench. My bottom ached but felt exquisite with Patrick's cum seeping out of me.
Patrick's gaze lingered on me lying between Kevin's wide-spread legs as Kevin leaned against the bench. Both men were drenched in their own sweat, fatigued from their steamy tryst.
My head rested on Kevin's powerful thigh, fixating on Patrick washing himself. "The two of you, over here," he declared in a stern tone. Kevin shifted from his position, and I struggled to my feet before approaching Patrick. He enveloped me in an overwhelming kiss. When we disengaged, he nonchalantly smacked my derriere, praising me for being an exceptional fuck with a wicked appetite for his penis.
Basking in his compliment, I leaned in for another round of kissing. I felt Kevin's touch on my lower back.
I extricated myself from Patrick's embrace, praising his cock as I teasingly tugged on it, eliciting a chuckle. "And you," I added, turning to Kevin, "such a deviant, desirable man, orchestrating this whole situation." Patrick beamed, singing Kevin's praises. Our hands duty element of text roved over their gymnastic, gleaming bodies. I guided each of their penises in turn.
Their amorous session ceased, and Patrick wryly quipped, "She's an absolute troublemaker in the bedroom." I only grinned, strutting towards the vibrating toy and forcefully inserting it into my exceedingly lax sphincter. I returned to them, casually dripping water onto the floor.
We rinsed each other off, intermittently locking eyes with one another while kissing passionately. The water drenched our surroundings, evoking a kiss of indulgence.
We exchanged casual jokes as we used towels to dry ourselves. I casually inquired, "Who's up for a second round at home?"
Kevin and Patrick laughed lightly in shock before Kevin spoke, "I want you to copulate with me again, but this time, in Kevin's bed." I smirked, assuring him that I would be waiting in his room naked. I flirtatiously dropped my towel at the shower door, allowing them a glimpse of my inexplicit body, before waltzing out.
Catching my breath, I contemplated the thought of obtaining these two men for my own pleasure, no matter what it took.
To be continued...
To be continued...
To be continued...
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